forever pork
Wednesday, October 14th, 2015Barbecue is the
perfect food, except if you
ask the pig himself.
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the guide to carving the perfect jack-o’lantern
Tuesday, October 13th, 2015Make a scary face
and carve it into the side
of a fresh pumpkin.
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when you’re too in love to let it go
Monday, October 12th, 2015Lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones, and I
will try to fix you.
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soulful turmoil
Sunday, October 11th, 2015The inner child and
the spirit animal got
into such mischief.
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cover up your point
Saturday, October 10th, 2015Empathy is when
you see my point. Comedy
is when I see yours.
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a reflection in hilarity
Friday, October 9th, 2015Let us laugh at our
foibles and shortcomings till
we forget hatred.
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the little highway that couldn’t
Thursday, October 8th, 2015Traffic kept the lanes
thick with cars. More lanes, more cars.
Fewer lights, more cars.
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a meeting 212 years in the making
Wednesday, October 7th, 2015The world’s oldest man
and woman should hook up for
burgers and moshing.
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on turning 10 in blog years
Tuesday, October 6th, 2015Welcome to my blog.
Today, it turns 10 years old.
Now where is the cake?
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mostly hands-free commute
Monday, October 5th, 2015Self-driving cars will
give us the freedom to flip
off other riders.
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ingredients for a costume
Sunday, October 4th, 2015Hidden stitching, a
wig, maybe an accent, props
and a loss of self.
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drama at 2030
Saturday, October 3rd, 2015Toddler bedtime is
a mix of dancing, tears, light
bargaining and hugs.
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dusty assets
Friday, October 2nd, 2015In their rush to build
a future, they forgot what
treasures the past held.
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the 12 days of no mas
Thursday, October 1st, 2015The station’s Christmas
music played from September
till … I burned it down.
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The Future of Birmingham: 5-7-5
Wednesday, September 30th, 2015
Photo: Patrick Cain (CC)
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The Two Ms. Davises
Wander block by block
to meet residents held back
by artlessness, fear.
The schools drive away
people. The politics drive
away people, too.
Only the stubborn
and the impoverished stay
behind, fate be damned.
They need their city
to be more than it is, to
be kinder, safer.
They need some steady
income, and a way to get
around easily.
The townsfolk campaign
for new leaders, not the crooks
who line their pockets.
Let Ms. Davis take
charge, they say. She’ll stand up for
our community.
Reluctantly, Ms.
Davis agrees, though her job
and kids rule her days.
“Mayor Davis Wins!”
the headlines read. City Hall
welcomes its new chief.
She fixes potholes,
fields complaints, cuts taxes and
works past 11.
The voters keep tabs
on the mayor, who always
looks out for their needs.
Her teen daughters and
little boy see her only
on TV at night.
The eldest stays with
a friend for weeks. The middle
child’s grades soon plummet.
And the youngest gets
into fights at school, so the
principal calls Mom.
The municipal
house is in order, barely.
Her house is a wreck.
“Mayor Davis Quits!”
the headlines read. City Hall
loses its old boss.
She gathers her brood
into a sweeping hug and
holds on for dear life.
Madame Mayor goes
back to humble matriarch,
putting kids to bed.
Her civic progress
was quickly undone. All the
neighbors wailed and moaned.
Ms. Davis served out
her real term to her three-child
constituency.
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